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 Laos and from Houston.
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 Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Man Parrish to the techno 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.