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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Remains to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
The Move,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.