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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Television,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.