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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.