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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mummies to the rock 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.