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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.