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 Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.