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 Namibia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Magma,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.