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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Can,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.