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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.