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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 The Star Department to the crunk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.