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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.