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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Seeds to the funk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.