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 Mexico and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Last Poets 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.