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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 AZ to the techno 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.