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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 Cecil Taylor to the funk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.