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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Last Poets to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.