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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.