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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.