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 Latvia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Monks,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.