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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.