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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.