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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.