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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.