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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.