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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.