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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the rock 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.