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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.