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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.