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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.