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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.