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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.