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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Last Poets to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.