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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.