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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Hardrive 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
The Slits,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.