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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
a-ha,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.