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 Russia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Ituana,
Crime,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.