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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Slackers to the dance 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
the Association,
Slave,
Rakim,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.