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 Suriname and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the disco 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.