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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kas Product to the rap 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.