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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Mars,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.