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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.