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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
The Doors,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Ossler,
Franke,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.