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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.