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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.