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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Derrick May to the rock 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.