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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
PIL,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Wire,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.