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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.