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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.