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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.