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 Guyana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.