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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
The Slits,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.