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 Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.