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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 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 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.