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 Tehran.
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 Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.