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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.