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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.