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 Brazil and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Lyres,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.