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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
The Fall,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.