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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the techno 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.