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 Gambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
the Association,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Organ,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.