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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Subhumans to the electroclash 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.