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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.