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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
PIL,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.