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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.