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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.