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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.