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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
CMW,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.