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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
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.