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 Tajikistan 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
ABC,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.