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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.