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 Estonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.