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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.