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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.