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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.