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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the dance 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.