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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.