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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.