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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
CMW,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
JFA,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.