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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Mojo Men to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.