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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.