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 Angola and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Visage to the electroclash 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.