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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.