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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Star Department to the punk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
June Days,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.