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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.