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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Bill Wells 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.