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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.