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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.