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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.