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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.