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 Malta and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the rap 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.