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 Nauru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 dance 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
UT,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.