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 Mali and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.