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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 The Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Faust,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.