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 Canada and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Golliwogs to the disco 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.