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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
cv313,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.