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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.