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 Israel and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.