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 Liberia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Nas,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
June Days,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.