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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.