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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
JFA,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.