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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Monks,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.