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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.