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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.