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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Brick,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Organ,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.