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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the techno 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.