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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rhythm & Sound 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.