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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the dance 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.