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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Organ,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.