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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Magma,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.