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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare to the grunge 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.