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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
the Swans,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.