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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.