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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Arcadia to the rock 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.