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 Burkina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.