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 Guyana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.