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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.