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 Nepal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
JFA,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.