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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
cv313,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Skaos,
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.