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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.