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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill to the dance 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.