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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
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.