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 Kazakhstan 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.