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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.