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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.