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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.