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 Samoa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.