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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the disco 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.