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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.