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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yaz to the dance 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.