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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz 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?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.