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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 theremin 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.