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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
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.