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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott 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?
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.