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 Thailand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
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.