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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.