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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.