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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.