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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Hoover to the rap 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.