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 Suriname and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.