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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.