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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 The Buckinghams to the techno 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Television,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.