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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Mission of Burma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.