Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.