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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.