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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.