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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 chamberlin 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 The New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.