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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.