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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fluxion to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
This Heat,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.