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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.