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 Egypt and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.