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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.