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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Excepter to the crunk 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
The Names,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.