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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.