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 Laos and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.