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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.