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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.