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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.