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 Benin and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grunge 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.