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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.