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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.