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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.