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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Sparks,
Moebius,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.