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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the crunk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.