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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the grunge 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.