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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.