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 Senegal 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 crunk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Q65,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.