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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Mars,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.