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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.