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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.