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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Mark Hollis to the disco 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.