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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.