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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.