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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.