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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.