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 Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.