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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.