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 Russia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Inner City,
ABC,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.