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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Patti Smith to the disco 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.