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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
cv313,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.