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 Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 The Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.