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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 sitar 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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.