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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Wings 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
X-101,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.