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 the UAE and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 The Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.