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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.