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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Technova,
The Martian,
Fear,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.