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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.