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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.