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 Australia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.