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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.