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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Television,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.