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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Zero Boys to the disco 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Whodini,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.