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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.