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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Gong,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.