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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.