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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Technova,
Crime,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.