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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the dance 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.