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 Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the electroclash 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.