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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 oboe 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.