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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the funk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.