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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Pole,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.