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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sun Ra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.