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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.