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 Iraq and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.