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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.