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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the disco 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.