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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.