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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
X-101,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.