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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Scion,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.