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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.