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 Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.