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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.