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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Television,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.