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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.