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 East Timor 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 The Vogues to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Smog,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.