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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper 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?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.