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 Botswana 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.