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 Egypt and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Pagans,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
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.