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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.