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 Paraguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.