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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Electric Prunes 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Can,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.