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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marc Almond to the disco 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.