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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.