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 Lesotho 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 World's Most to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.