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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the grunge 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Can,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.