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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.