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 Panama 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.