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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.