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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the punk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.