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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.