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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Rakim to the rock 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
UT,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.