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 Japan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.