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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Yazoo to the rap 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.