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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
ABC,
The Names,
The Residents,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.