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 Gambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.