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 Guyana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.