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 Benin and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.