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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobby Womack to the disco 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.