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 Senegal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.