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 Colombia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.