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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.