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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.