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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
MC5,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.