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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Magma,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.