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 Congo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.