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 Botswana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Amazonics 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Make Up,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.