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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Sun Ra to the punk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
New Order,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.