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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.