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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Rekid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.