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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.