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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
MC5,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.