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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.