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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.