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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.