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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.