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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.