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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the rap 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.