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 Chile and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 theremin 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.