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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox 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?
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.