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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Sheep to the rock 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.