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 Maldives and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Jacob Miller to the techno 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.