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 Australia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Ten City to the techno 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.