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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the grime 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.