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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gladiators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.