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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.