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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.