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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Swans,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.