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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Chocolate Watch Band 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.