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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.