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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Technova,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.