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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.