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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Japan,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.