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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.