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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.