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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.