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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.