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 Poland and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.