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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.