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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fluxion to the rap 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.