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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.