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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.