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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Victims to the jazz 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.