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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.