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 Ireland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.