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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
the Association,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.