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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.