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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound to the funk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Index,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.