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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.