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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 One Last Wish to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.