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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.