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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.