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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin 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 grime 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.