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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.