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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
the Human League,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.