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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.