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 Somalia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.