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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Visage to the funk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
10cc,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.