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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cameo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.