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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.