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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the electroclash 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.