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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.