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 Ukraine 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.