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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.