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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Unwound to the punk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.