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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Magazine 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.