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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.