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 United States 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the rock 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.