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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 jazz 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.