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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.