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 Barbados and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Hoover to the grime 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.