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 Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.