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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
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 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 Fire Engines to the grunge 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Nirvana,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.