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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Trumans Water 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Fear,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.