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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Connie Case to the jazz 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.