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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.