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 Egypt and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.