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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.