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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.