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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Lyres,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.