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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.