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 Israel and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.