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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.