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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Grauzone to the grunge 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.