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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.