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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.