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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.