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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Moss Icon to the techno 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.