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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
ABC,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.