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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Nas,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.