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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Pylon,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.