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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 CMW to the funk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.