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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 DNA to the grunge 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.