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 Denmark and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Clear Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.