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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.