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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 The Leaves to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.