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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.