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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.