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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.