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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Connie Case to the techno 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
ABBA,
Pole,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
The Move,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Can,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.