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 Russia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai 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?
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.