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 Romania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.