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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.