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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.