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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.