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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Outsiders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.