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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.