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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 June Days to the punk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.