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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Mars,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.