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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Audionom to the funk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.