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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.