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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
The Associates,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.