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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.