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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.