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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.