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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.