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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Niagra to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.