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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
The Index,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Liliput,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.