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 Mali and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.