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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 The Last Poets to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.