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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.