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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 güiro 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.