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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.