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 Yemen and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.