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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Hardrive to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.