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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Rapeman to the dance 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Television,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.