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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.