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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.