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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.