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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Jacob Miller to the punk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Lalann,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.