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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Last Poets to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.