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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.