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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.