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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
JFA,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.