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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Gang of Four to the grime 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.