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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Nico,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.