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 Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.