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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.