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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Chris Corsano to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Gong,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.