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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 Lou Reed 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.