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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.