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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DNA to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.