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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Iggy Pop to the grime 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.