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 Palau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Leaves to the disco 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.