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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.