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 Gabon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Hashim,
Can,
Hardrive,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.