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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.