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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
UT,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.