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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.