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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput to the rap 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.