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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.