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 Honduras and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.