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 Algeria 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.