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 Mexico 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.