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 Estonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.