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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.