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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.