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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.