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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Angels of Light to the jazz 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. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.