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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.