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 United States and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.