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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.