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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Japan,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.