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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.