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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood 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?
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.