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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Ossler to the grime 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.