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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Franke,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Rakim,
Brick,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.