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 Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the dance 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.