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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.