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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Erasure to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Wings,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.