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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.