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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Basic Channel to the rap 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.