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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Infiniti to the disco 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Faust,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.