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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Television Personalities 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.