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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.