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 Mali and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Surgeon to the jazz 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.