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 France and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Index,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.