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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Max Romeo to the techno 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Monolake,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.