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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Franke,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.