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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the rock 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.