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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.