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 Liberia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.