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 Malaysia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Swans,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.