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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.