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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.