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 Ghana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the punk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.