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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.