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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.