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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the electroclash 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.