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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.