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 Ghana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.