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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Mars,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.