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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.