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 China and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.