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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Minny Pops to the dance 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.