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 Cuba and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 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 Agent Orange to the grunge 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Scion,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.