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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Swans,
Roxette,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.