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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
X-102,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.