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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.