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 Maldives and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.