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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.