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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barracudas to the techno 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.