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 Guyana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.