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 China and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Erasure,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.