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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.