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 Belize and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.