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 Barbados and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.