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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Hashim 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.