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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Outsiders to the disco 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Q65,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.