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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 the Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.