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 Nepal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Yaz,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.