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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.