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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 The Angels of Light to the jazz 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.