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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.