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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.