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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
The Associates,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.