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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '90s.
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 The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.