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 Barbados and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Symarip to the grunge 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.