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 Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Index,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.