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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Darondo to the grime 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.