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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.