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 Samoa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.