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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nico to the rap 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.