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 Sweden and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.