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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Franke,
the Association,
Mars,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Brick,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.