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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.