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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.