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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.