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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.