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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
the Association,
The Doors,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Index,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.