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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.