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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.