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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rapeman to the techno 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.