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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 linndrum 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
ABC,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.