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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the jazz 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.