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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 R.M.O. to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
The Move,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.