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 Belize and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.