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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.