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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Visage,
UT,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.