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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Rakim,
PIL,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.