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 Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.