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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.