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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.