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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.