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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.