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 Canada and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.