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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the electroclash 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.