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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.