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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 EPMD to the dance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.