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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.