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 France and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
The Move,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.