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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.