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 Italy and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 B.T. Express to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.