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 Denmark and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.