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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.