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 Somalia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Audionom,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.