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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Camouflage to the techno 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.