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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.