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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.