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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.