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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.