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 Tunisia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.