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 Mali and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.