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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Techniques to the rap 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.