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 Mali and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 The Litter to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.