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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer 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 Gun Club to the electroclash 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Scientists,
Niagra,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Flipper,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.