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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
UT,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.