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 Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Monks,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.