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 Gabon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 sitar 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 Curtis Mayfield 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.