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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.