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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.