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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Cameo,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.