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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.